Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Wherever the black smoke and dust went, the red glow immediately paled in comparison, and eventually could only gradually assimilate into nothingness.

Several clumps of black smoke condensed into ropes, even biting towards the red crack, causing the crack to shrink slightly, and the entire wound became smaller.

As a result, the red beam of light became thinner from top to bottom due to the erosion of the ethereal dust. However, this amount of ethereal dust was still insufficient to sever the connection between the gods and the mortal realm.

Leonard's spirituality was gradually drying up, and he was losing strength in both attack and defense. He withdrew the attack of Doom, leaving only Nightmare tearing at his opponent's spirit. He signaled to the magician that his offensive power was decreasing.

The magician's condition is also nearing its peak.

The available gray mist proved far too weak against this immense power. Klein could only fully utilize Alice's power, drawing upon the vast amounts of ethereal smoke from the Domain of Rhapsody as weapons to combat this ominous red light.

Black liquid continuously gushed from the magician's face, dripping into the air and vanishing as smoke. This was a manifestation of excessive absorption in the power of the Mad Goddess Alice; the magician's spirituality was rapidly drying up, rendering him unable to resist these negative influences.

The world before his eyes began to distort intermittently, flickering like a broken television, with static patterns jumping back and forth. The explosions around him started to lengthen and change pitch, like trains shuttling back and forth, distant yet close at hand, deafening yet barely audible. Everything in his world was rapidly drifting back and forth, flying to and fro.

Under the authority of "nothingness" and "existence" that does not belong to him, his reality is gradually collapsing.

This was the longest he could maintain this state. His status as the Lord of Mysteries and the Ancients granted him the right to borrow Alice's power to support the various changes in the current domain, Rhapsody. However, his own current mental resilience determined how long he could maintain this state.

The deeper one goes into using this domain, the greater the mental burden becomes. This short but grand performance has already exhausted a great deal of the magician's sanity. He can no longer stop the backlash of negative energy and bends over to cough up a large pool of dark liquid.

Hurry...hurry...

Faster!

We don't have much time left!

Finally, the white horse beneath the knight suddenly stopped in mid-air. The white horse, the armor, and the twisted brick scythe in his hand all shattered into a jumble of discarded parts and mechanical debris, clattering and falling all over the ground.

The fairy's miracle exhausted time, but the atmosphere of the ball reached its climax. Cinderella was forced to wake up from her beautiful dream and fall into a distorted reality.

The bells are ringing.

The knight tumbled from the air to the ground, his strong physique allowing him to land steadily before launching a new attack. His spirit had been exhausted by wave after wave of attacks, and he could only take the paper scythe made from paper soldiers from the magician and charge towards the angel without hesitation, stepping on nightmares and elegies.

Even in defeat, even in drought, we must fight to the very last moment!

Not only the magician and the knight felt threatened by time, but also the guiding angel who had gained the upper hand.

In the intertwining of red and black, the angel of rage once again utters a twisted voice, invading the spiritual world of everyone with sinister words, spreading the deadly poison of differentiation.

"...You can't defeat me..."

"...The Lord will surely come..."

"Defeat you? No, I would never think that way."

A hoarse, bloody sound drifted from the magician's mouth.

He spat a mouthful of black blood onto the ground, then raised his face and made a huge, arrogant laugh. The black blood flowing down his face made him look extremely ferocious and terrifying.

"Yes, I cannot defeat you, but why should I?"

The magician scoffed.

Guess what I'm waiting for?

With another piercing shriek, the guiding angel bathed in radiance underwent a qualitative transformation. Under the continuous influx of power, He completely filled in all His imperfections, becoming a true Sequence Two angel.

The terrorist attack at the amusement park has now truly evolved into an extraordinary angelic disaster, reaching the level of Sequence Two or even Sequence One!

This means that the church's angels can legitimately intervene in this battle.

The Church's combat power in Sequence Two is now completely unrestricted and ready to go!

As the guiding angels came into being, three figures of different colors immediately appeared in three corners outside the amusement park.

The one in gray is Ariana, a ascetic from the Church of the Night, dressed in a simple robe.

The man in yellow is Bonova Gustav, the head of the Steam Church, dressed in an exquisite robe.

The one in blue is Pope Gad II of the Church of Storms, wearing a majestic robe.

As the three of them appeared, the snowstorm in the amusement park intensified instantly, transforming from a decorative element into a deadly weapon. Each snowflake, hard as iron, carried a unique rage and spirituality, as it hurtled towards the guiding angel.

The bold and stirring boat song and the gentle and melodious poem floated out together, enveloping everyone and blessing their colleagues.

With a wave of his hand, Bonova, empowered by multiple influences, unleashed a torrent of spiritual energy that instantly invaded the spirit and soul of the guiding angel.

The spiritual connection with the gods had already been greatly weakened by the ethereal dust, and then the guiding angel was attacked by three angels almost simultaneously, causing the faith and spirituality of the guiding angel to decline drastically.

Bonova's spirituality easily penetrated the soul and body of the guiding angel. Enveloped in the ethereal dust, the guiding angel began to wail in agony. A huge mechanical arm burst forth from beneath the angel's wings, tearing at its tattered feathers.

Countless twisted, blasphemous, and interlocking colossal mechanical devices sprang up like mushrooms after rain, breaking free from the shackles of suffering flesh and blood, and regaining new life and freedom in the blizzard.

Rather than being called machines, these enormous devices are more like deformed skeletons.

The cursed machinery from the outside world wantonly devoured the flesh and spirit of the guiding angel, turning it into steel. Under the distortion of the god of the sky, it transformed from a precise and rational tool into a deformed and chaotic metal angel, finally gaining a moment of respite from the siege.

It was during this brief respite that Ariana seized the opportunity. The tattered, ugly figure, like a stain erased by an eraser, gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

Highly efficient, powerful, and precise.

In just a few breaths, the three church angels used their immense power to end this tragic and extraordinary disaster.

...No, this extraordinary calamity, worthy of an angel, is not over yet.

The three angels turned their heads and looked at the magician through the layers of ruins and illusions.

Here, there is also an angel.